No outfit post for you today, I didn't get a chance to take any before the surgery. I figured that I would do something different. Story time! So I've told you that I had surgery but haven't told you why.
I think if you ask Mr. you would get a slightly different story, but here's MY version...the right version. When we first got married I watched a LOT of football. Okay that's a lie I would lay next to him on the couch and fall asleep while he watched foot. But still I was there, so it counts. Anyway, I would always yell at the tv and say, why did the kicker miss that, that seems so easy. I said this week after week, and finally one half time Mr. says, that's it, we're going to the high school and you're going to kick a field goal!
We called my Dad to get his opinion on whether or not I could use a tee. Mr. was in the no camp, but my dad pointed out that high schoolers get to use a tee, we didn't have a tee, so Dad said he could use a book instead, close enough, we went with it.
So anyway we get to his high school football field...I set down the book in where I thought was the middle of the field...but Mr. says, no no, it's not there and then moves it a couple of feet to the left. We get all set up, put the ball on the edge of the book, I take a few steps back, hop forward, kick the ball and as my foot comes down, I roll my ankle in the sprinkler hole located just on the other side of the book (no I didn't make the field goal). Yep the book that Mr. moved! Man it hurt, a LOT, I seriously laid there for what seemed like eternity contemplating if my foot just broke off. Eventually the pain wore off...sort of...and I said, let's try again. So we put the book on the field goal line and kicked it through the goals! woo hoo! Then we backed it up to the 10 yard line (so 20 yard field goal in my book) and I did it! It went through, so three kicks in and I was done, and we hobbled to the urgent care.
Fast forward 8 years, 4 x-rays and 2 MRI's later we finally found something! I knew something was wrong, but all of the previous doctors said there was nothing they could do. There had to be something, I was in constant pain, when we went on snowboarding trips I had to skip every other run to rest my ankle it was in so much pain. Then after my half marathon, it's just gotten worse. I'm so glad I finally found a doctor that found something and could fix it. I'm anxious to get back to my workout routine, this will be the longest I've ever gone without working out (minus the 18 months I was pregnant). So now for a few pictures of what I've been doing.
When I got home, I sat here:
Then the next few days I moved to the other side of the couch:
Then I moved downstairs...yep down the stairs on my butt:
My new view:
And got to spend some time with these guys:
Then when all those other places got boring I moved to our bedroom.
I've pretty much sat everywhere there is to be sat. then sat some more. Monday I had an appointment to get my hard cast and walking boot...it didn't quite work out how I wanted, mainly my foot wouldn't move to a walking position, it needed to be at a 90° angle and they could only get it at a 74° angle, so I have to go back to the docs tomorrow to try again.
Since it's a temporary cast, I let the kids let loose...
So that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Come back tomorrow, cause Mr. tried a PSL (Pumpkin Spice Latte) and wrote the funniest guest post EVER!